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I stand as myself, grip (my) hand on my belt

I could go on & on about sh*t & the feelings I felt

But in the end my heart was ice

& That LOCO shit did not make it melt

So I det’ it, shorty was quick to forget it

It’s like a year of my own life went by

& I wasn’t one to beg and cry

Oh please, dry your eye

(It’s) a log, don’t see me? so step correct

If you step to me

It’s perfectly plain to see

Ya lil’ sh*t ain’t trippin’ me

So check yourself…

- 00/00/2007